Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Da Meng didn't dodge or evade, just stood there in a daze, with thousands of possibilities flashing through his mind.

Maybe he was drunk at some point, his mind was in a mess, and there were people around him making a fuss, so he wrote down all sorts of nonsense.

Or perhaps someone simply held his hand and asked him to write this handwritten letter of treason.

No matter what, he deserves to die. He almost brought disaster to the Qiao family. He should be beaten to death.

However, before Qiao Laosan's slap landed on Da Meng's face, he was stopped by a hand.

"Third uncle, calm down."

Qiao Laosan took a step back, his face flushed, his chest heaving, and he pointed at Da Meng with trembling hands.

"How can I stay calm? I'm his father. How could I not recognize his handwriting? Every single word is real. I can recognize it even if it's burned to ash."

Mrs. Lu was already in tears. "Da Meng, you are confused. Our Qiao family is loyal to the emperor, what's wrong with that? Why do you have such thoughts? Now, although Jian'er has resolved the crisis for the Qiao family, your sins will never be easily forgiven by the Qiao family."

How could the son they were so proud of suddenly become a scum who collaborated with the enemy? She couldn't accept it. She was angry, sad and indignant. Her eyelids drooped, her body went limp and she almost fainted.

Feng and Qiao Yunni quickly supported her and caressed her chest and back.

The other members of the Qiao family also had gloomy faces and didn't want to face this matter, but the two letters were right in front of them, and they had no choice but to believe them.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn.

Before Qiao Jianer could finish her words, she unexpectedly angered her two elders.

She had a headache.

"It is indeed the handwriting of Brother Da Meng, but this letter is not what he meant at all."

The Qiao family was stunned for a moment, and Qiao Lao San quickly asked, "Jia'er, what does this mean?"

"Someone extracted the handwriting of Brother Da Meng and combined it into a letter of treason, and then printed it. This way, it seems that Brother Da Meng wrote the complete letter of treason himself."

Everyone suddenly realized that there was such a thing going on, and that the man's tricks were truly hard to guard against.

"Since he wants to extract words and form a fluent letter, he must have read a lot of things written by Brother Da Meng and got them in his hands. Who could this person be?" Qiao Zhizhi pondered.

Just now, Qiao Dameng was full of doubts, but Qiao Zhizhi's words were like a thunderclap, striking from his forehead to the soles of his feet, penetrating his entire body.

His face was pale, he staggered back a few steps and fell onto a chair.

"No, no, she wouldn't do that. It must be, it must be--" Qiao Dameng tried hard to find a reason that made sense.

But he was at a loss for words, he was at a loss for words.

Only Du Qinglan had access to those letters. Not only that, many of the words and sentences were instructed by her.

Some of them were obviously very intense and did not suit her temperament at all, but she insisted that he write them down.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened and terrified Da Meng became. He closed his eyes and didn't dare to think any further.

This was a destruction of his beliefs and a torture of his beautiful hopes. It was so cruel and so bitter.

The blood in his body turned cold, as if it had stopped flowing.

"Who wouldn't do this? Who told you to do this?" Lu asked repeatedly. It seemed that Da Meng had guessed who was the culprit.

Everyone in the Qiao family wants to know who that person is and wants him to go to hell.

But Da Meng just trembled, kept his mouth shut, and refused to say a word.

"Mom, don't force me. I don't know, I don't know." Da Meng felt a burst of pain in his head and he covered both sides of his head.

Everyone had a bad feeling when they saw that he seemed to be in a state of severe mental trauma.

At this time, Butler Chai said outside the door: "Miss Du is here."

Old Mrs. Qiao sighed and said, "It's not suitable now. Let Miss Du go back and come back tomorrow."

Just as Butler Chai was about to go back to pass on the message, he turned around and saw Du Qinglan behind him.

Du Qinglan was dressed in plain clothes and had no makeup on her face. Maybe it was because of this, but there was no trace of blood on her face. Every step she took seemed to require all her life's strength.

"Miss Du, Madam Qiao said that it might be inconvenient today..." Butler Chai found that Du Qinglan didn't seem to have heard his words at all. Thinking about the fact that she came here often, he did not try to stop her further.

The atmosphere in the Qiao family's lobby was extremely solemn, as if the air had stopped flowing, making people feel uneasy.

The first person Du Qinglan saw was Da Meng lying on the chair. His face was ashen, his eyes were closed, and there was a streak of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.

Mrs. Lu stood by anxiously, comforting him.

"Son, I misunderstood you at first. I didn't mean it. Don't take it to heart."

"If you don't want to tell me who that person is, then don't tell me for now. Go and have a rest first."

Old Lady Qiao said to Du Qinglan, "Qinglan, there's a problem at home and we're working on it. Please go to the warm room and wait. If you have any instructions, just let the servants know."

At this time, Mrs. Qiao's tone was still full of concern.

As an old man who has lived for decades, how could he not see that Du Qinglan's condition was not good? But now the Qiao family is unable to take care of themselves and has difficult problems to solve.

Du Qinglan had been keeping her head down. Now when she raised her head, everyone noticed that her eyes were bloodshot, which was very scary.

"Qinglan, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Lu asked quickly.

She felt very uncomfortable. Her son was like this, and her daughter-in-law who was about to marry her was described like this. She didn't know what had happened to her.

Du Qinglan knelt down. Her knees seemed to have no strength at all, and made a crisp sound as she knelt down.

This action scared the Qiao family.

"Qinglan, what are you doing? Get up quickly, your knee is injured." Pei Qingrong wanted to go over to help.

But Du Qinglan remained motionless, with a sad smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I am a sinner. It would not be a pity if I died a thousand times or ten thousand times."

"I would like to be the stone paving the road in the Qiao family yard, for you to trample on day and night to atone for your sins."

Hearing her words so harshly, the Qiao family looked at each other in confusion.

"Kid, you must be confused by this sudden incident. Get up quickly." Old man Qiao also adopted a stern attitude.

"I can't get up because the person you are looking for is me."

"I copied those words from the love letter that Da Meng wrote to me and combined them into a letter of treason."

Her words were like a thunderbolt that exploded over the Qiao family's heads, and more like a sharp sword that pierced everyone's heart.

Old Mrs. Qiao held onto the chair and stood up tremblingly, her words uttered hoarsely and brokenly: "It's you, it's you, why did you do this? Has our Qiao family ever let you down?"